Peace, oh peace our bane whirling around in suspense
Peace, like the seasons it pays fleeting visits
Turpsyturvy now a bosom inevitable ally
Everyone yearning for the dreamt, cosy and rosy tenure
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You have portrayed the hard facts of life. It's so difficult to present our children a better world. It seems you are a rebel poet like Kazi Nazrul Islam of Bengal (Now Bangladesh) as well. I love the line: Peace like the seasons it pays fleeting visits